“You are not a mistress.”Feng churui caressed her face gently. Wu Xuewei turned her head away and buried her head deep into the pillow, refusing his touch. He was not angry. He put down the towel and scooped her up into his arms, he hugged her tightly with his arms and stroked her hair gently with his chin.
“Xue Wei, you’re not a mistress. Yuqing and I... are not like what you think.”
“You don’t have to explain to me. There’s no need,”Wu Xue Wei said gloomily.
Apart from feeling helpless, Feng Churui felt powerless when she refused to listen to what he wanted to say. “In short, don’t let your imagination run wild. Now, you don’t have to worry about anything other than recovering from your injuries.”
What he didn’t dare to say was that she was naked and covered in whip marks and bloodstains. He still couldn’t forget her until now. When he thought about how she had been pampered since she was young, and how she had been abused, he felt really bad.
